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I live in the deep south of New Zealand, where smelly dairy cows are taking over from sheep in the livestock stakes. My hometown is the small but perfectly formed city of Invercargill, which is also the hometown of the original boy racer, Burt Munro. Find out more about me here.

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Apparently I’m not a ninja

After consultation with the rest of the trainees learning about all things health and safety-ish at our course, we are not in fact qualified health and safety ninjas. We’re just fully trained health and safety reps. Which isn’t nearly as exciting.

Hell, I don’t think you even get a uniform with that title.

I’d rather be a ninja. I’d make a good ninja, I reckon.

On some levels I already see myself as a ninja, lurking about the place and throwing things at people. That’s a good part of a ninja’s job description isn’t it?

According to one of my friends, I can’t be a ninja because they are so secretive they’d never tell anyone of their ninja status. However, as I pointed out to the aforementioned friend, perhaps I’m such a cunning ninja that I’m telling people on purpose, to throw them off the scent … (cue tense music and raised eyebrows).